Saturday, March 26, 2016

i was discussing with a control system creator my goals in SL and apparently with their Refractor or ACS system its now possible to be utterly automated and reduced to a display object and doll with the added element which want added - to be release and animated for personal play as well as remote control.

so i visited Refractor and a Doll there was kind enough to set up a case for me. i was there all week... its a friendly place yet i still really don't know what i could be getting into. the words permasealed, doll, burnt in, forever echoing and pulling me like a magnet onwards regardless.

though with far sight and open IM blocked i was somewhat stir crazy after 24/5 and gave in and asked to be released for a bit of virtual fresh air. the case owner was busy and a quick set up of new case wasn't possible - so i am back roaming loose - drawn to empty cases and mannequin stands.

given kelsea's love of toy soldiers... i found a RL addition to my latex wardrobe... perhaps not the entire thing as i have black latex slacks and tights of course, just the military top.... given my latex addition, need to be a good doll, i may just order The Miley in the next few months...

if your not into the Easter thing here's a couple of films that when i saw them were triggers/catalysts of my doll and mannequin fetish from my teen years. looks like someone has kindly uploaded them so i can share.

first is a cult bizarro italian horror film called Succubus which i did an entry about ages ago. now you can watch it: here. i tried to do an insert via blogger but there were to many hits.

then there's the less Italian and less stylish Invasion of the Bee Girls. fashion models with giant sunglasses are converted into Bee Girls. so stylish in their outfits.

an honorable mention should also go to one i've seen briefly but could not find anywhere - 'Carry on Screaming'.

Karen sorted though the work orders, looking to find a lot stored in one of the outer buildings. It didn't take long as there was always more things to be cataloged than there were people to count them. In fact she found several of them, all in the same building. Taking them all she walked out of the office and down the hall shuffling through the papers.

Even though it was late Friday afternoon no one had a problem with her just getting started now. After all this was a non-profit clearing house, everyone worked for minimum wage if they got anything at all. And nobody argued with any time that anyone was willing to pull.

Karen worked here because she was always finding all kinds of neat stuff. Frequently she ran across things that her friends in various theatrical prop departments were looking for. But her favorite reason she liked working here was that there were always clothes to find. She was always on the look out for interesting new things, almost half her wardrobe was from finds she made here. Though some may have suspected, she hoped that no one knew for sure that she always tried on anything that interested her. It was one of the reasons that she preferred to sort lots that were not in the main building.

Since she had just broke up with her latest boyfriend, she did not feel like staying at home and getting all depressed with her friends efforts to cheer her up. And she really did't want any of the guys that worked here to find out that she was between boyfriends again. For some reason that made them even crazier to get their hands on her 38C-24-35 figure. At least this way she could stay busy for hours and actually get something good accomplished with her time.

Stepping outside she took her light brown hair in hand, the breeze trying to blow loose strands into her face. Karen quickly made her way to the building that her lots were stored in. Seeing that the lock was in place on the outer door, she smiled. That meant that she was the only one working inside, so she could try on anything she found with no worry about being watched.

Quickly opening the lock, she entered the building and turned on the hall lights. Originally this building had been used as offices and so the building was broken up into lots of rooms, most of them larger ones for groups of steno's or ranks of filing cabinets. Now it was used for the lots made up of easily carried box's and furniture.

Checking her paperwork again, Karen found there was a lot stored here on the first floor. She decided to start with that and work her way up the building from there.

Looking over the information of the previous owner, she found out that this lot had been owned by an unmarried man in his 30's. For an unspecified reason all of his household property had been ceased and sold. This was the portion that has been bought by the House, sight unseen. Her job was to sort and catalogue everything, so that the appraisers could assign individual values.

Doubting that there would be any outfits a man would have that she would want Karen almost passed on this lot. But by the time she had the thought she was standing outside the room. With a sigh, Karen opened the door and entered.

Inside she saw that this must have been a bedroom suite, as there were several free standing wardrobes, a number of trunks, a full length mirror, and a large wooden bed frame and mattress, with assorted smaller boxes.

Starting with the largest items Karen, listed and described the bed set, the wardrobes, and the trunks. Then she opened the first wardrobe and stopped stunned. Inside she found that it was packed with clothes, woman's clothes, woman's latex clothes. She saw a number of styles in several different colors, black and red being the most frequent.

Taking her time she took and laid out most of the items on top of the chests and box's. The dresses, and skirts ran from micro-mini's to floor length, most had very narrow lines but a few were the same patterns as could be found on the street. The tops ran from skin tight pullovers to flowing long sleeved fancy dress.

Karen had taken her time with many of the items, holding them up against her body and imagining herself wearing each one. She took a quick look in the rest of the wardrobe and discovered on the shelf above several hats of latex, as well as a few things she thought were caps or hoods but she wasn't too sure. In the drawers below were a selection of latex lingerie; bra's, panties, stockings, garterbelts and more. Also she found some talcum powder and some oils, that she thought might be used to make it easier to wear the rubber clothes.

Quickly she went to the next wardrobe and opened it to discover that it held men's clothes, pants and shirts mostly, all latex. With boots and gloves as well. Realizing that these accessory's were missing from the woman's set, she moved on to the largest trunk. In this she found a large selection of gloves, shoes and boots, but there were also a number of body suits, also made of rubber. Berried under everything else was a box, it filled up the entire bottom of the trunk.

Taking it out and opening it, Karen was amazed to discover what looked like a partial woman mannequin made of rigid red latex. The face held the expression of a woman in the throws of orgasm, with her mouth partially open. Karen could see the hollow inside the mouth was sealed, but the nose had openings in the nostrils. Also there was nothing filling the eye sockets, just open spaces. The arms and legs which ended just before the elbow and knee were also open, confirming that the inside of the mannequin was hollow.

Karen could see that the head was designed to move from side to side, but not up or down. Lower down she could see that the body could be bent at the hips, but not turned to the sides. The waist was wasp shaped, as if the woman had a spectacularly narrow waist or perhaps was wearing a corset. The arms and legs, such as they were could also be moved, but only to the front and back. It looked as if the rubber figure was incomplete, the creator having stopped before finishing.

Looking at the incomplete figure gave her a strange tingly kind of feeling. Karen couldn't quite figure out what it was, but she wanted to keep an eye on it. So she 'posed' it so that it was braced up against some box's, as if it were sitting there watching her. As she moved each part there was a series of soft clicks, and each piece stayed just where she posed it.

She spent the next little while posing and preening before the mirrors asking the figure what it thought of each item she held up. Karen was so wrapped up in trying to decide what to try on first that she turned and half seriously asked, "Well my silent friend, I'm just not sure which to try first. What would you suggest?"

"I would recommend anything in red, my dear."

The female voice caught Karen completely by surprise. Turning she first stared at the latex mannequin, before seeing movement behind it near the door.

Looking more closely, Karen could see a tall familiar looking woman with long black hair standing near the door. "I'm sorry, did I frighten you? I was told that there was someone here that could help me," the woman said. Having regained her breath, Karen replied, "Yes, I'm afraid that you did give me something of a fright. I hadn't heard you come down the hall. What is it I'm supposed to help with?"

The woman moved further into the room, looking over the 'explosion' of latex apparel. "I was talking with the manager in the main building, a Mr. ..." the woman's voice trailed off questioningly.

"Mr. Dalmon?" Karen offered.

"Yes... Dalmon. I left my lawyers papers with him, and he said that there was someone here to help me while he takes care of the paperwork back there."

Holding a rubber dress behind her, as if to hide what she had been doing, Karen asked, "And what is it you need help with, exactly?" "Oh, I'm here to reclaim my property. It seems that when the creditors cleared out my boyfriends apartment, they took my property and sold it along with his. I've been having a dreadful time, what with trying to track down where each parcel of the goods have gone to and finding my things amongst them."

Karen understood just how challenging such an endeavor could be, having seen how quickly lots could be brought in and either broken up or sold entire. "Well, whatever I can do, just ask and I will do what I can to help."

The woman smiled at Karen's words, "My dear you have already started by opening this building... I mean for being here in this room. You see these are my things that you were playing with!"

"Oops, I'm sorry! It's just that all these things just looked so..." Karen's voice drifted off in embarrassment.

Coming forward the woman placed a hand about Karen's shoulders, "My dear please don't feel badly about enjoying my collection! I take it as a compliment that you are so fascinated by it!"

Leaning in and whispering, "In fact, after I get changed into something special, its just been too long since I've worn any rubber! After I've changed, with your help I hope, we'll find something for you to wear. Please say that you'll help me? It's just so much easier and more fun when there's someone sharing in the pleasure."

Karen was somewhat overwhelmed by this woman's presence and the offer to share in some dress-up was more than she could say no to. Karen was so intrigued by the woman's story and offer that she completely forgot to ask the woman's name. So she helped the woman select a number of items and laid them out as the woman undressed.

First spreading talc over the woman's skin, Karen noticed that they were both of a height and build. Though where she was fair of skin and hair this woman was dark, with long raven tresses and darkly tanned skin. First the woman wanted a pair of panties, ones that had built in dildo's for both openings. After liberally dousing each probe with lubricant she pulled the panties home with a shudder. "Ooooooo, it's just been too long! Quickly help me into this body suit!"

Obeying the snapped command, Karen held and pulled and zipped as the woman directed. The whole time staring at the woman's features, sure that she had seen them someplace. Such was her fascination with the woman and the clothing, Karen completely missed how turned on she was becoming.

In what felt like a blink of the eye, the woman was now fully dressed. The black latex body suit covered everything from the neck down even her hands and feet. On top of this was a pair of thigh high red latex boots, a red latex corset, long gloves and a tall collar all in red latex.

Over all of this the woman draped a flowing hooded robe, watching Karen intently. "Now my dear we need to pick out some things for you." Karen met the woman's gaze and felt herself captured by the strength and authority radiating from the latex garbed figure before her. Without a word spoken, Karen quickly removed her talc covered clothes. She stood silent and unmoving as the woman paced about her nude form. As the woman passed behind her, Karen's gaze fell upon the mannequin.

Suddenly she understood, the face of the mannequin was the same as that of the woman. She must have moved or made a sound, because the woman leaned over her shoulder and said, "So you recognized my alter ego?" Moving over to the mannequin, "My boyfriend was many things, and some of them were an artist and a craftsman. He made this shell for me and I would wear it at parties and about the house for him. I can't tell you how many times I've cum while wearing it!"

Karen stared from one to the other, "You wore this... this... " Her voice drifted off as she tried to understand what it would feel like to be encased in the mannequin shell. Turned into an object, a thing, a toy. Watching Karen's expression as her mind worked and churned. "Ah I do believe that we have found the thing for you!"

Once again time blurred for Karen, she quickly found herself wearing a red latex body suit. While this suit had fillers for both of her lower entries there was something different about them, but they were shoved into her so fast that she had no time to see how.

With the suit sealed, the Mannequin shell was opened and piece by piece attached to her body. Karen stood immobile and silent as the woman changed her from a woman into a Mannequin. The final piece was the head, this the woman opened and carried over to Karen. She adjusted the mouth filler and then held it up to Karen's face. What she had thought was a rigid globe was now a soft mass that easily fit into her mouth.

With very little adjusting the head of the mannequin settled home about Karen's head. She found that she could breath easily and that her hearing was also clear, though she had not seen any openings at the ears. With a final click she was now Mannequin.

The woman slowly moved to stand before the newly minted Mannequin. She carefully stroked and caressed every inch of the red latex skin. Making some final adjustments here and there, Mannequin could feel a tremendous charge building within her. Finally the woman took Mannequins face in both her hands and gave her a long deep passionate kiss. Mannequin felt the mass in her mouth become rigid and expand, forcing her mouth open, as if she were in the throws of an orgasm.

Suddenly with a power she had never felt in her old life Mannequin came hard and long. She shuddered, quaked and spasimed and would have fallen had it not been for her Mistresses arms about her. Slowly she came back to the world about her, blasted clean of all that she had been before. She stood unmoving, unnamed, awaiting some persons will to move her, to give her purpose. The woman, her Mistress, gently took her by the shoulders and guided her to a place before the mirror.

There stood a promise fulfilled, where before had been just the start of a mannequin, here was one complete. She could see that there were join marks at her wrists, elbows, shoulders, neck, waist. And bending forward with soft ratcheting sounds she could see them also at her knees and ankles. Straightening again, Mannequin stood and watched as Mistress dressed her in a tight black latex mini dress. Also added were a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes, a white lace apron, white lace gloves, and a black haired wig with a maids cap pinned to it.

After a final inspection Mistress spoke, "Now Maid I expect you to get my things ready for travel. Fold them and put them into the suitcases and boxes that I will bring in." And then Mistress strode from the room.

Moving slowly at first, Maid began to prepare all the latex as her Mistress ordered. Quickly the two women had every latex item from the wardrobes and chests ready, as well as a large number of items from the boxes that littered the room.

Maid found that she could not move as quickly as Mistress could, her shuffling step no match for Mistresses powerful stride. But she could tell that this disparity did not upset her Mistress. So as she slowly carried items down the hall the Mistress carried others past her and placed them into a waiting van.

Maid had not noticed that her talc covered clothing had been boxed along with all the latex items. All during the loading of the van, Maid had been dreading the time when they would be finished and that she would have to change back into Karen.

The last box having been placed into the cargo bed, Maid looked in and saw a small area still empty. Even as she wondered why Mistress had packed the truck this way, there was a solid click at the back of her neck. Maid found herself unable to move, at least those parts that were covered by the rigid latex.

Before she could grasp what was going on, Mistress pushed Maid down into the bed of the van. Taking some items from the last box loaded, Maid's hands and feet were pulled back and locked together.

"My dear, dear, Maid, having seen you wearing that mannequin skin there is no way that I could ever do without you. I decided that I simply must have you with me forever."

"Oh I know that you may have had a life that you might want to return to but that's all gone now. All you are is Maid, or whatever I decide to redress you as. Perhaps tomorrow you will be Nurse, or Cook, but you will always be mine!"

"And have no fears about you getting away from me if I were to remove the Mannequin shell from you. You see there are ways to get food in to you and there are ways to let such things out without removing anything. Did I forget to tell you that I usually wore it for weeks at a time?"

Mistress started to turn away, "Oh and don't think that anyone else knows that I'm here. It took me weeks to follow the paper trail that led me here. I've been waiting days for someone to open this building so that I could search for my things. It must have been fate that led you to open not only this place but also find my things straight off!"

"Hmmm, now that I think on it, Maid should be rewarded for her good behavior." Mistress reached under the skirt of Maid and groping the crotch of the helpless Mannequin. The pressing of a button triggers the vibrator locked into Maid's love channel, causing her to tremble as the sensations mount.

With a few items tucked about Maids form, Mistress closed the doors and drove the van away. Maid was completely oblivious as she was rocked by wave after wave of orgasm.

meanwhile I am now back and out of hospital. somehow lost a good chunk of weight eating their crap food, but it means some latex items fit again - i bet even my Fantastic Rubber mannequin catsuit here. I'll try that eventually when totally functional - not there yet.

so in the mean time you'll notice i'm back blogging and found myself in a new doll case in Second Life. not doing much so feel free to im me: Asudem Kasei.

i think after all my time in SL the ideas i had have finally been realised with RLV restrained systems; and to that end I am surrendering to total automation. i won't look much different - but you'll won't see me out of a case much at all.

an automated / mannequin display figure with no control unless released by my key holder.

don't expect lucid conversations either unless on IM channel. as a programmed doll it will be like a Doll chip was implanted and removed me. can't wait.

if you have spare L$ and like / read / frequent this blog, some spare L$ always welcome. think of it as recovery for a broken doll, who will emerge finally as she's meant to be into her new life.

i've been hunting around on Aliexpress for the mythical high heeled rain boots, then latex, then low cost fetish items, some EGL and had a thought - how about something wearable and removable to engage / trigger a doll hypnosis state?

found a perfect one here at 88 cents each. bought two.... (perhaps i should of bought a box?)

sorry for the awful photo - will replace it with a less shitty one when i can.

so have a look around the site.

i thought the cameo would be perfect due to its victorian EGL feel and timelessness. actual ring loop is cheap and nasty but it always can be re-ringed. beats wearing the chrome collar and cuffs out that i found on the same site. (more about that another day)

xx

update; above is sold out but i found a very similar one at the same price here

i did once have a pair of Libidex tights in similar color latex. wore them into the ground of course - but due to the barbie nature of the color - was sureal to look down as sexless and bottom half looked like a doll.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

The only rule is to include a musical theme in some form, as a central aspect of the story or related to. But try to use lyrics in there.

Do you want to feel encased? Strange words, that kept appearing in my mind. That though never crossed my mind before. Why would I want to be bound? But do you want to be in control? and yet once again that rhyme over and over making itself stronger.. I never dealt with nothing of the sort and yet.. Do you want to be tied? Fuck! No! and how so do you want to submit? Of course not. Who put those thoughts in my mind? I would never do it! And still Do you want to be enthralled? No stop it! Get out of my head.. And so on Do you want to bow to me? And that voice nagging deep into my head.

So I thought Of course I want to feel to be encased… No.. I mean I want to lose control.. Ugh! Fuck yes, tie me.. NO! I will kneel, yes, no, yes! And take my mind away… Not at all! I’m already at your beck and call

That rhyme was getting stronger by the minute, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. Someone put those triggers in my head, and I was powerless. I could only surrender. But I wanted to fight and…Do you want to be my pet? I’m afraid yes, and do you want to wear my clothes? I guess so.. Do you want to be in chains? No, yes, no. Please stop I don’t want to do all that. DO YOU WANT TO BE A BAD GIRL?

The rhyme was getting itself stronger.. And I couldn’t stop it. The more I fought it, the stronger it was. The sound piercing my ears…

Do you want to behave? I will… Do you want to find a mistress?… I guess so..

Finally I let the rhyme control me. I didn’t want to end mad at the ringing sound at the back of my head. As soon as I surrendered, the song stopped. I was at bliss. And there it was my mistress. Humming the tune for me.. She kept singing as I was kneeling. Prepared to submit to her.